25. Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“Such a good girl,” I whisper. I take her mouth again, needing to feel how much she wants me when I can’t see her.
I tilt my head and deepen the kiss, sighing when she sucks on my tongue.
Her thighs flex around me, and she rubs her pussy on me in jerky movements.
My cock is trapped between us for now, and I reach into my back pocket to find my wallet. I hand it to her.
“Condom,” I pant against her lips. “Now.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. I feel her open it, then hear the low thump of my wallet as she tosses it to the ground. The air cracks, but I ignore the rumbling, focused on getting us the release we crave. Nothing else matters right now.
All that matters is quenching the lust that roars between us.
Until the next time.
I shudder when she rolls the condom down my length.
“Are you ready, or do you need my fingers to stretch you first?”
“I’m ready. I’m so ready.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
I push her up against the wall and wrap my hand around the base of my cock, making sure I find her entrance.
“Get those skirts out of the way,” I grumble.
Then, I feel her. I probe her opening, teasing her and giving her just the tip.
“Please, please, please.”
“Yeah, beg for my big, fat cock.”
I reach down, needing to feel her slick heat through her underwear.
“Fuck, Mae, you’re drenched through your panties. Is your pussy hungry?”
“Lord, you’re filthy,” she whimpers.
“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
” I rub against her drenched panties, finding her clit easily.
“This is what you need. You’re such a good girl, swollen and wet.
I bet I could make you come again and again all night if we weren’t out here in the open like this.
” My knees shake from holding myself back, and my head swims with lust, but I can’t seem to stop myself from taking us close to the edge, then back again.
“Give me your cock,” she moans, then flicks her tongue over my lips, over and over. “Fill me up, Lord. Now.”
I slip a finger under her panties, catching the elastic with my fingers splayed on her arse, and push them away from her pussy.
I spread her wide, and she glides down the wall, her hips tilted towards me.
I clench, my cock jutting between us, and finally, I find her.
I hear her sharp intake of breath when I coat the head of my cock in her wetness and push inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Sucking me in, needing me to push inside so you can feel all of me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, tilting her hips higher, and then I push harder inside her, buried to the hilt. I growl, my cock pulsing, and shaking from keeping still, but I need to stretch her slowly.
“Heaven.”
“Hush.” Her word comes out half a laugh, half a moan. “Ride me.”
I push back and rotate my hips, then buck inside her.
Then I do it again. And again.
Faster. Harder. Sweat courses down my back, and her whimpers grow the more I lose control. I slant my hips, hitting her at the right angle over and over.
“Give me your mouth,” I grit out.
Her lips fuse to mine, and I get so drunk on her taste, her tongue around mine, and her pussy, that I keep rutting against her like a randy teenager.
Completely out of control. I can hear how wet she is, and it only spurs me on.
We fill the quiet night air with our wet fucking, but I can’t even care anymore.
Not when I’m inside her like this.
Wild. Free.
Lost inside her.
I can’t think of a better place to be.
Just as her inner walls clamps around my cock, her kiss turns sloppy…
wetter. Her arms grow tighter around my neck, her pussy gripping hard on my swollen cock, and it swells even more.
My breaths turn shallow and then fire erupts behind my eyelids.
I shoot my cum on a shuddering sigh, fighting to keep the roar I want to unleash inside.
I bellow into her mouth instead, my need all-consuming.
Instincts take over, and I clench my arse as I push one last time inside her.
I swallow her cry with my mouth and keep kissing her, only now that the fire has reached its peak, my kiss becomes softer, sweeter… lingering.
She kisses me back just as slowly, her fingers running through the longish hair at the nape of my neck. I bask in her touch for a few seconds longer, relishing her sweet tugs, until my cock begins to soften.
I can’t pull out. I don’t want to.
Not yet.
“You okay?” I murmur against her lips.
“Mmm. More than okay.”
I kiss her again. And again. One more time.
I’ve become obsessed with her mouth. The more I taste her, the more I want to keep kissing her.
I shouldn’t be so unwilling to let her go, yet here I am, drunk on her kisses.
Obsessed.
“Fuck, Mae. You’re the wildest thing.” I rest my cheek on hers. “I was right. You’re so quiet, so in control all the time, but beneath all the quiet, your inner fire is waiting to be let loose.”
She shakes her head. “I was never like this before coming here,” she whispers. “You bring out a side of me that I didn’t know.”
“Only me?”
“Yes. Only you.”
I squeeze her arse and place small kisses on the nape of her neck. “I’m honoured you let me see this side of you. That you trust me like this.”
Her soft lips touch the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulders, and I shudder. Her sweetness is too much for me.
Too caring.
Too much because I’m not the right person to give it to.
Slowly, I lower her to the ground, my half-hard cock slipping out of her.
I lean down to give her a quick kiss, because how can I not when she’s just given me more of herself than I’d ever ask for?
I feel more than hear her soft sigh into my mouth, and I wrap my arms around her back to keep her steady.
“Good?”
“Mmhmm. You know, you’re awfully touchy-feely with me considering we’re supposed to be nothing more than fuck buddies.”
I can’t hold back the wince, but at least the darkness hides my reaction from her.
“Would you rather I was a cold sod?”
“No, I like that you take care of me after. I’m just not…”
I raise my hand, wrap it on the side of her neck, adding just the tiniest hint of pressure as I wait for her to continue. I rub my thumb gently up and down, the urge to bite her–to mark her–flowing strong in my veins. Maybe it’s more than she can take, maybe it’s not…I’m willing to take the chance.
“Just not, what?” I murmur.
She releases a long breath. “I’m just not used to it. You keep surprising me, Aidan.”
I chuckle, the warmth spreading in my chest too hard to ignore. “Well, you deserve to be spoiled when you’re being such a good girl to me.” I bend and take her mouth in one final, searing kiss. She melts into my embrace. Her teeth tugging on my lower lip are all it takes to make my cock twitch.
“Fuck, I need you again,” I whisper against her mouth. Every molecule and cell in my being screams at me to ask her to come home with me, and I jolt at the realisation that I don’t want our night to end.
“But it’s late.” She sighs and unwraps her arms from around my neck. “I’ll leave first.”
I remove the condom and tie it, putting it in my pocket, and take a step away to sort my clothes. “I’ll walk you home.”
“Oh, but…”
“Don’t finish that sentence. You already know how I feel about letting a woman walk home alone, so spare me the argument and just admit defeat, Maeve. I’m taking you home.”
“You don’t have to be so bossy about it.”
I shrug even though she can’t see me, and wrap my hand around hers. I pull our linked hands up to my mouth and scrape my teeth across her knuckles. Her gasp sends another ripple of need through me.
“It seems that with you, I have to be, or you won’t do as you’re told.”
“You could’ve said please, and I wouldn’t have put up a fight,” she grumbles.
I kiss her hand and chuckle darkly. “I could have, but riling you up is much more fun.”
I wait for her retort, but it seems I’ve managed to shut her up this time. I scan the street, and when I don’t see any familiar faces around the town square, I keep her hand in mine on the entire walk to her cottage. I keep telling myself that I should let go of her hand, but I can’t.
Tonight, she’s my anchor.
Tomorrow, we’ll go back to normal.